There once was a Dog…

A heartfelt tribute to my faithful companion Rufus, who departed on March 22, 2024, at 12:20 am. 

Once, a faithful companion existed, not just any companion, but a canine friend who embedded himself deeply within my heart. From the days of aiding my Papa in birthing calves to taming wild kittens on the farm, animals have always held a special place in my life. Yet, none have left a mark as unforgettable as Rufus, my constant companion for the past eleven years.

Rufus wasn’t merely a pet; he embodied love and compassion, radiating warmth to all with his presence. With his human-like characteristics and expressive eyes, one could feel his empathy and understanding as he cuddled close. In my yoga classes, he sought out those needing comfort, providing a calming presence that eased uneasy minds. His welcoming tail wag and attentive posture at the clinic reassured visitors, silently supporting those awaiting their sessions.

When Rufus first came into my life as a rescue, he was named Pilzner. However, it quickly became apparent that a change was needed. With a wholehearted “aarrrruuuuu,” he declared Rufus his chosen name, a fitting title meaning “redhead.” Over the years, Rufus and I shared many experiences, from adventures up north or across the country to his assistance in my yoga classes. Through every trial, including divorce, heartbreak, and loss, Rufus remained unwaveringly loyal, a steadfast companion by my side. Though Rufus was labeled a rescue dog, it’s hard to say who rescued whom over the years we spent together. (A story about the love of Rufus) 

The pain of Rufus’s sudden departure cuts deep. From a lively pooch at the bark park on Sunday to a diagnosis that left us with mere days together, his passing has left an irreplaceable void in my life. I find comfort in memories of our shared experiences—running miles together during my ultra training, studying for exams, attending social gatherings, and even protecting chickens.

As Rufus’s time drew to a close, I held onto every precious moment, cherishing the opportunity to be by his side as he took his final breaths. Though the grief is overwhelming, I find comfort in the knowledge that Rufus’s spirit now frolics alongside Holly in heaven, greeted with open arms and plenty of scratches. Until we meet again, I will hold onto the memories of his unwavering love and companionship, grateful for every moment we shared.

**Sidebar: Holly, my dearest friend, passed away five months ago today, coinciding with Rufus’s passing. (A story about Holly)